Prowlers

Psalm 59:14- 15 Each evening they come back, howling like dogs and prowling about the city. They wander about for food and growl if they do not get their fill.

Where we live there is a coyote problem. The winter weather and population growth has forced them into the suburbs to roam the neighborhood streets and scavenge what they can from trashcans. They have learned when trash day is. They also are carnivores, so any small animal is a meal, be it a rabbit, possum, or cat or small dog. I know, a pack of coyotes scaled our backyard fence and killed one of our kitties. So now we have to close the pet door at night and when we are not at home. Sitting in the living room we can hear them in the fields yipping. It turns my blood to ice to know danger is so near. The cats do not understand why their freedom has been curtailed. They don’t know it is because we love them and it is to protect them , not punish them.

Have you ever had God thwart your plans? You think you are in His will, but suddenly the door is closed. You tearfully ask what you did wrong? Didn’t you do good enough for Him? Why is He punishing you? I have. But now I see I am like my pets. He knows the dangers that lurk just outside, prowling and circling. I don’t. What seems like confinement is really loving protection. And like my kitties, all I can do is trust and obey. As the old hymn goes, “there is no other way. To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.”